Marriage, A Prison Sentence?
Have you ever wonderedWhy we are even here
When all our friends are no where to be found
All have, up and disappeared
Crying does not help
We used up all our tears
No more comfort
Nothing to ease our fears
Stuck forever in this mess
All we have is years
Together forever has lost its true meaning
In fact its a form of jail
When looking forward to death
Is its own form of bail
Twenty five years and counting
Stuck forever with kids with you
If I knew then what I knew now
Getting married would not of been the thing to do
Anniversies of madness
Years of a thousand hells
Waiting for my last breath
What a sad story to tell
D.B. Johnson
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